“And the other one is that you’ve seen Captain Caleb as a ghost?”
“More or less,” he said.
“Is that it? I now know all your secrets?”
“I guess maybe you do,” he said, but his eyes were laughing. He hadn’t exactly told the extent of his ghostly encounters.
“And you think Mom is going to wait until you’re not around to come here to look for Aunt Addy’s journals?”
“I do,” Jared said. “And since no one knows where they are, I’m a little concerned that she could …” He’d been about to say that Victoria might take a chain saw to the old house, but he didn’t think Alix would like to hear that.
“You’re worried that she might damage your house in her quest to find the books, aren’t you?” Alix asked.
“Exactly.” Jared was relieved that she understood. “You think your dad can … you know?”
“Make her behave?” Alix asked. “No. She terrifies him. He stands up to everyone else in the world but my mother turns him into a wimp. Dad says there is no man on earth strong enough to handle her.”
“I have to agree with him on that,” Jared said. “I would never want to go head-to-head with Victoria. Ready to go?”
She nodded, he left money, they said goodbye to everyone—including Mark the owner/cook—and went out to get into Jared’s truck. They were heading out to the North Shore to look at the chapel site again. The building permit had yet to come, but it would be there soon and they wanted to be ready.
Alix was looking at the people standing outside of Downyflake, waiting for an available table. She’d been on the island long enough that she could distinguish locals from tourists—and watching them, she felt as though she were an observer at a zoo. They seemed abnormally clean and thin, as though they’d been extruded from a machine and were not quite real. Jewelry and cell phones dangled from their arms.
She was about to make a derogatory remark, when three pretty girls with long, glossy hair saw them.
“Jared! When are you going to come play with us?”
“I’m too old for you kids,” he said out the truck window.
“You didn’t say that last summer,” the prettiest one said.
“And that’s what aged me.”
The girls laughed.
“Sorry about that,” he said as he turned onto Sparks Avenue. “I know their dads.” He was looking at her intently, wondering how she’d handle the bit of flirty wordplay.
“Does that mean you think I am old enough for you?”
Jared laughed. “You are Victoria’s daughter—and you look like you’re planning something.”
“I was thinking that Mom would love to write about Valentina and Captain Caleb. Maybe I can get her so involved with those two that she won’t need to search for Aunt Addy’s journals. Besides, what could possibly be in them? In my memories of Aunt Addy, she’s hardly a wild woman, or a possible murderer.”
Jared said nothing as he looked at Alix.
“Oh, right. Captain Caleb’s ghost,” she said. “But surely my mother couldn’t think that she’d be able to write an entire novel based on a few ghostly encounters. A foggy figure standing at the top of the stairs then vanishing. That’s not much. I vaguely remember stories Aunt Addy told me about Captain Caleb, but romantic daydreams aren’t the same as the truth. I’ll tell Mom that it would be better if she tried to find out what catastrophic thing happened to Captain Caleb that made him into a ghost. Isn’t there always some romantic tragedy that results in a ghost?” Alix looked at him. “That, of course, will lead her to the story you told me about Valentina and Caleb. I know Mom hasn’t seen the papers, but has she heard the story?”
“I don’t believe she has,” he said. “If she had …” He looked at Alix.
“Mom would already be here asking to go through your attic.”
They exchanged smiles of understanding. At the hint of a romantic story, no doubt Victoria would have quickly been on the doorstep cajoling, sweet-talking, doing whatever it took. It would have been nearly impossible to resist her.
“You know,” Jared said, “I think this might actually work.”
“It probably will,” she said. “I can be a good salesman when I need to be. Too bad you and Dad didn’t tell me about all this earlier. If you two hadn’t spent your lives keeping secrets, I could have helped from the beginning.” For the rest of the drive to the North Shore, Alix quietly—but firmly—told Jared where he’d made his mistakes in handling Victoria.
He just smiled and didn’t defend himself. He knew there was a lot more to the Kingsley ghost than just a vague vision standing at the head of the stairs, and he wondered what Alix was going to say after she found out all of it. Would she be so sassy then?